John half expected the detective to be following him on the way back to the mansion, taking Alison Orton’s place in the pursuit of justice for her death. But he was alone and walked slowly to make sure of it, passing by unconcerned pedestrians.
The sky was netted with scattered clouds, and a surprising amount of wind swept through the air. The walk up the hill to Ludling mansion made John feel almost as though he could have taken off into the air if he jumped up and spread his arms.
At the top, in the driveway, was a car that John didn’t recognize. He scratched his head as he made his way in through the front door, trying to figure out who it might be. Waiting for him in the lobby was Olivia, along with somebody that John had forgotten would be there.
“Hello, Count John,” said Ms. Willis. “You didn’t forget about your private lesson today, did you?”
John nodded and smiled, trying to play it off.
“Of course not,” he said. “I uh, I was just…”
No excuse came to him, and for a second he just suffered in awkward silence. Finally, Olivia cleared her throat and stepped over to him.
“I was discussing with… Ms. Willis, what the two of you are going to be working on today,” said Olivia. “I don’t mind taking a minute or two out of my day to help you if need be.”
Something about the way she put forward her suggestion made John smile. The maid was looking at him with eyes that, despite being professional and polite, contained hints of protectiveness. There was even a little jealousy in them, though he couldn’t understand why she’d feel that way over Ms. Willis, attractive as she might be.
“I think the two of us will be fine working on our own.” Ms. Willis walked over to the other side of John and set a soft hand on his arm. “Ready, John?”
John turned towards her, and really saw her for the first time since walking in the door. She was wearing the same sort of white blouse and black skirt combo that she usually taught in, complete with one of the front buttons left undone, her generous breasts pushing the fabric tight to its limit.
“Yeah, of course,” said John. “Let’s go.”
“I can prepare a space for the two of you in the library,” said Olivia.
“Nonsense. John, you have a study in your room, right?” She paused, and waited for him to nod before continuing. “That will work fine, and with the door closed it will be quiet enough to simulate a classroom.
Olivia stared at the other woman, her mouth hanging slightly open, as though she wasn’t sure what to make of her. John smiled at her and tried to let her know with her eyes that it was okay and that she was just being silly.
“Alright, let me show you to my room, Ms. Willis.” John began walking up the center staircase, and his teacher followed behind, her heels making muffled noises on the carpeted ground.
John felt a little nervous as he walked into his bedchamber, with Ms. Willis following after and closing the door behind her. He pulled an extra chair over from another table and set it next to his desk before taking his own seat.
“Excellent, John,” said Ms. Willis. “Let me get out the lesson plan, and then we can get started.”
There was an unexpected layer of tension in the room. It was so quiet and secluded, and John was feeling more and more aware of the effect that Ms. Willis had on men. It was different in the real classroom, when Kari was there with him. All bets were off, and John felt as though he just wanted to make it through the lesson in one piece, without falling over himself for her.
“Okay,” said John. “I have pencils, paper, pens, whatever we need.”
He felt as though he’d never said anything dumber before in his life, but Ms. Willis just smiled, amused by his flustered state rather than annoyed. She walked to the desk and set the briefcase she was carrying on top of it, leaning forward to take out her materials in a way that pushed her chest directly into the path of John’s eager eyes.
“We’ll start with a lesson in math, to brush up your skills.” Ms. Willis spoke in a soft, gentle voice, one that was just loud enough to carry to John’s ears. “This will just be a review, so I can get an idea of exactly what it is that you need to be taught.”
“Okay.” John felt his heart beating faster. He realized, shamefully, that his cock was slowly growing more excited, reacting to Ms. Willis with a will of its own. He was suddenly very glad that the desk covered his legs.
“This is a basic quiz that covers most of what you probably worked on at your old school,” said Ms. Willis. “Why don’t you take your pencil, and give it your best shot?”
She slid a piece of paper across the desk and over to John. Her hand brushed against his as he went to take it and lingered for a moment longer than he expected it to. John was aware of his every movement, every breath, and intense, beating heart. He wondered how he was going to learn anything, distracted as he was.
Ms. Willis stood next his desk, still leaned over. John wanted, more than anything, to turn and look up at her breasts, and drink the sight of them in. But she was watching his every move, like a teacher and disciplinarian rolled into one.
She was close enough to him that he could smell the subtle scent of her perfume and hear every breath she took on the silent air. It was just the two of them, and they were in John’s room. Even though she was his teacher, there was still a hidden implication in that, and try as he might, John couldn’t tear himself away from it.
“John, are you stuck on a question?” Ms. Willis leaned further down, bringing her face in close to his as she whispered the words. John felt as though he could cum just from meeting her gaze, so seductively beautiful even though it wasn’t intended to be.
“Uh, no,” he whispered back. “I can do it.”
Ms. Willis smiled at him and placed her hand on his shoulder for the briefest second.
“Good,” she said. “Go ahead then. I want you to finish as soon as you can.”
John nodded enthusiastically and began scribbling in answers as fast as his pencil would allow. There was something about the nervous, charged potential in the air that didn’t feel like it was normal for a private lesson. He trusted his teacher, but at the same time, a kernel of possibility was forming in the back of his head, whispering ideas to him.
“There,” said John, after a couple of minutes. “I’m done. I was confused by a few of them, but most of them were pretty standard.”
“Great, John,” said Ms. Willis. “Let me take a look and see what you need to be taught.”
She pulled out the chair that John had brought over before, and after smoothing her skirt underneath her, slowly sat down in it. The desk was small, and for her to look at his paper required her to get even closer to him than she had been before, when she’d been standing.
John was hyper aware of their bodies. Ms. Willis’s shoulder brushed up against his, and his entire body tickled with electricity. She had a small smile on her face as she read through his answers, and set the sheet down and turned to him after much less time than it had taken him to work through them.
“It’s good, very good,” she said. “John, you are an intelligent young man. Sorry, I mean, Count John.”
The way she said his name, along with his title, sounded unusually respectful. Ms. Willis was looking at him with a serious look on her face and appeared to be thinking about something.
“Thanks, Ms. Willis,” said John. “Is there… something else?”
His teacher nodded slowly and solemnly.
“John, I wanted to wait until the end of your lesson to ask you this, but I need you to do something for me.”
John’s heart began to beat out of his chest.
“Sorry, I mean, the school needs you to do something for it.” The teacher’s clarification calmed him down, but only just a little. “The school needs a favor.”
“What is it?” asked John.
Ms. Willis flicked her head back, sending her medium length blond hair fluttering back into order behind her.
“The town council h
as cut our funding for next year. Usually, we rely on private donors to make up for the shortfall. Your grandfather, the old Count, was a major one of those donors.”
John didn’t say anything. He knew what she was asking, and was, of course, willing to help her out. But his teacher had a strange glimmer in her eye, and he wanted to hear her talk more, hear her give him a taste of what was behind it.
“It would mean a lot to the school, and to me, if you made a donation in his place, Count John.” Ms. Willis licked her lips. “I think it would help improve the quality of your private lessons, and expand the nature of what subjects I could teach you.”
She had a dangerous smile on her face, one full of feisty, flirty possibility. John blinked, almost sure that he was misreading her, but as she leaned in closer to him, her body language told him everything he needed to know.
“Ms. Willis…” John’s mind was blank, and he was at a loss for how to react. His cock throbbed underneath the desk, and as he felt his teacher’s hand slowly run up his arm, across his shoulder, and onto his cheek, he almost came.
“John.” She was whispering, and there was a tremor of hot emotion in her voice. “We’ll never have a normal student-teacher relationship. You must have sensed it from the beginning.”
She leaned even closer to him and let her lips rub against his neck. Her breath felt hot, and John could feel her big breasts pushing against his chest.
“You are the Count,” said Ms. Willis. “You are going to grow up to be a very powerful man. There is a lot I can teach you, but it’s going to go beyond what you might have been expecting.”
Her hand ran down his body to his crotch, where it found his already rock hard cock. John gasped as she grabbed it with her fingers and slowly began to rub.
“Oh, oh wow…” John was in shock and felt as though his heart had never beat so fast in his life. “Ms. Willis, I-“
“Let me see if I can show you what I mean, John.” Ms. Willis unbuttoned her blouse a little further, bringing her cleavage and bra into view. “I need something from you, John. It’s for a good cause, but there are plenty of women on Blackthorn Isle who will be after your money for their own purposes.”
She let her boobs run down John’s chest as she slid his chair back and dropped to her knees in front of him. John almost felt like he needed to pinch himself. In his wildest dreams, he had never even dared to imagine his teacher like this.
“Would you be able to resist, John?” she asked. John shook his head, unsure of what she was getting at, or trying to teach him.
“Exactly. This time, it’s already too late.” Ms. Willis unzipped his pants with deft, quick movements. John’s cock was eager to be free, and when she pulled his boxers down it practically snapped out and into his face.
“I don’t believe..;” John trailed off in midsentence as his teacher wrapped her soft, warm hand around his aching member. She was smiling a siren’s smile up at him, as though she was well aware that she had ensnared him and held all of the power.
“So what do you think, John?” asked Ms. Willis, as she slowly began to stroke him off with tantalizingly pleasurable movements. “Do you think the school and what it has to offer would be worth a modest donation?”
John could barely think straight, let alone answer her. His teacher was giving him a soft, tender hand job, which still somehow carried all of her authority along with it. She was in control, and could give John exactly what he wanted, exactly what he needed, at that moment.
Ms. Willis watched John’s face for a moment. It looked like she enjoyed the effect she was having on him immensely and was still looking to take it further. With a measured slowness, she brought her face closer to John’s dick, licking her lips and then bringing them into gentle contact with the head of his penis.
“Oh god!” moaned John. His teacher flicked her tongue out and licked a small pearl of pre-cum off the tip as though it were a melting popsicle. He wanted to grab onto the back of Ms. Willis’s head and force his member inside of her mouth, but she had a way of controlling the situation without words, even in the moment.
“That’s right, John,” whispered Ms. Willis. “I’ve seen how you look at me. Now, do you want to see what I can do with my big, soft, lips?”
She let her tongue run from the base of John’s cock all the way up to the tip, watching as he writhed with pleasure. The teacher pulled back for a second and undid the last of the buttons on her shirt, letting the garment drop harmlessly to the ground.
“Or maybe you want to see what’s underneath my bra?” Ms. Willis unhooked the tiny lace top and then held her hands over the cups of it, staring into John’s eyes as though she was giving a strip tease. John nodded slightly, and she pulled it down.
Her breasts were large enough to suggest that she had once been a slightly plumper woman. They hung nicely on her frame, and John instinctively reached one of his hands out to grab one. Ms. Willis swatted it away, and then gave him a kiss on the head of his cock, sending an explosion of pleasure through his crotch.
“I am your teacher, John!” giggled Ms. Willis. “That is so… inappropriate.”
She moved forward quickly and suddenly, bringing John’s cock into her mouth and giving it a few quick sucks. Then she slowed down again, pulling her lips off of his tool with a pop and rubbing it against her cheek. It was erotic torture for John, of a kind that he had never experienced before.
“All you have to do is help me out with my favor, John,” whispered Ms. Willis. “And I can do this, and so much more for you.”
She had just begun to bring John’s cock back into her mouth when there was a knock at the door.
“Honey, I just wanted to check and see if you and your teacher could use a snack…” Natalie called from the hallway in a sweet, doting voice. John shot Ms. Willis a worried look, but she ignored it and began sucking him off even more enthusiastically, as though she took a deep pleasure in torturing him.
“Uh, no mom, oh man, we’re busy right now.” It was hard for John to speak without his words betraying what was going on. Ms. Willis bobbed her head back and forth, her eyes staring up at him with an evil gleam.
“Are you okay?” asked Natalie. “You sound a little sick.”
“I, I’m fine mom,” managed John. “It’s just, I, I’m working so hard.”
Ms. Willis had pushed her breasts together on either side of his cock. She used them to massage his tool while she continued to lick and suck at the head of it, giving him something that felt unlike anything he’d experienced before.
“You don’t sound okay.” The doorknob turned, or tried to. Ms. Willis had apparently locked it on the way in. “Why is the door locked, John?”
“We’re just, we’re so…focused!” John was practically panting as Ms. Willis began to suck again with full force, using her tongue to give him pleasure beyond words. “I, I, I’m in the middle of a…test!”
John couldn’t hold out any longer, and began to blast his hot, sticky load deep into his pretty teacher’s mouth. Ms. Willis didn’t miss a drop, sucking it all down and looking like she actually enjoyed the taste.
“…Alright, fine,” said Natalie. “I have to head out for a bit to get ready for tonight. Ask Olivia to make you some lunch if you or your teacher get hungry.”
“I’m not hungry,” said John.
“And I just ate,” said Ms. Willis.
John listened as his mom’s footsteps disappeared down the hall, and then stared at Ms. Willis, dumbfounded. She smiled at him as she put her bra and shirt back on, and then leaned back on her desk.
“John, that was your first lesson,” said Ms. Willis. “Never let yourself get into a situation where you’re alone with an attractive woman who might want something from you.”
She finished buttoning up her shirt, and then smoothed out her skirt and started for the door.
“I’ll expect a check from you when you come to class on Monday. If you speak with your cute little maid, I’m sure she can instruct you
in what would be an appropriate amount.”
John nodded and watched her leave, feeling as though there was still so much for him to learn.
CHAPTER 24
John spent the next half hour in his room, at his desk. He wasn’t doing any work, at least not the kind with a pen and paper. Instead, he was thinking, seeing how different ideas fit together in his head as though he was switching out gears in a giant, steam-powered machine.
Everything that was going on in Blackthorn felt like it linked back to him, in some way. The responsibility on his shoulders felt enormous, but also a little confusing. How was he supposed to do his job when he still wasn’t sure just what exactly it was? And how could he put aside the threat to him in his mom that still lay hidden in the shadows?
His phone rang, jerking him out of his trance and back into reality after a couple of rings. John pulled it out of his pocket and saw that it was Kari.
“Hey,” he answered. “What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing…” Kari’s voice was vibrant and clear over the phone, like a softly ringing bell. “I’m sure you’ve heard from your mom about the whole double date thing, by now.”
John chewed his lip. He’d almost forgotten.
“Yeah, what’s up with that?” he asked. “Couldn’t you have, you now, talked to me about it first?”
“But then you never would have said yes!” Kari laughed as she spoke. It was impossible for John to be frustrated with her for long.
“It’s going to be stressful and awkward,” said John. “I hate to be negative, but come on… Your dad is going to be there and my, uh, mom, is going to be there.”
Two thoughts popped into his head at once. It was weird for him to think about being on a double date with his mom, after all of what had happened between the two of them. And then, on the other side of the equation was the message from his grandfather, urging him to marry Kari… and to keep Erik van Katho away from his mom.
“I’m going to make sure it ends up being fun,” said Kari. “I picked out six nice looking bottles of wine. Six! Anything will seem fun with that much alcohol on hand.”
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